An Ziqing anxiously grabbed someone and asked: "Where's Ling Chuan? Where is your president!"
"I don't know! I don't know!" At this moment, everyone was trying to save themselves; who would care about the president!
The raging fire almost scorched her entire body.
Everyone was running towards places without fire.
Yet An Ziqing went against the flow, anxiously shouting Ling Chuan's name.
"An Ziqing!!" Someone grabbed her arm.
"Ling Chuan!!" An Ziqing turned back in surprise and saw the man in front of her, almost frantically grabbing his arm, "Jia Luo! Where is Ling Chuan! What did you do to Ling Chuan!!"
"Come out with me!" Jia Luo pulled her away.
"I'm not leaving! Tell me where Ling Chuan is!"
"How would I know where he is! Let's go!" Jia Luo tugged her arm.
She shook him off forcefully, "I'll find him myself!"
"Ling Chuan!!" An Ziqing shouted desperately.
She kicked someone, and on the ground lay a man in a white suit, face down.
